"I only carry it because I have someone to protect."
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Among Friends (Matt) « Thread Started on May 19, 2009, 6:13am »
There was something highly sobering about graveyards. The knowledge that one walked within the halls of the final resting place of the dead. While more literal in the case of a tomb or crypt, the arrangement of a graveyard certainly gave validity to concept of 'hallways'. There was a heavy silence within the perimeter of a graveyard, a silence unlike anywhere else, one that spoke of the respect and reverence for the lives and memories of those who were returned to the land here.
It was here that one of the Oceanic Eight had their final resting place, and where Sayid hoped to start his search for another of the eight. After speaking with Kate in California, she had asked Sayid to run an errand for her - one she could not do due to her legal restrictions. Fate, it seemed, wished for him to do so; both the person she wanted to find and the person he wanted to find were in the same place: England.
Not so far from his last known whereabouts of Nadia was Matt, the person whom Kate needed to find - a request of the now late Frank Cole.
As Sayid approached Frank's grave marker, he could see a man crouched at it - a man that even from this distance he immediately recognised as Matt. Standing back, giving Matt the space he no doubt desired for paying his respects to his departed friend, Sayid gave the man a respectful berth and allowed him to finish what he needed to do.
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Re: Among Friends (Matt) « Reply #1 on May 19, 2009, 7:11am »
Matt strode across the cobbled walkway, either side of him were hundreds of headstones. It was a strange feeling indeed, being one of the only living people in the graveyard, but Matt soon adjusted to it. All of these people had died of different things, disease, old age, perhaps an unfortunate event, but one thing was for certain, they all died alone. Coming to graveyards was what kept Matt fiercely atheist, in his eyes no benevolent god could watch an innocent civilian die whilst those who sought to bring havoc to the world still ran around freely.
Dispelling his thoughts of the dead, Matt reached the headstone he was looking for. The Cole family headstone was by far the biggest in the graveyard, towering the small eroded ones that sat in it's shadow. The headstone was crafted from white marble, it's finer details outlined in gold. Near the bottom half of the headstone sat a marvelous sheet of gold, so clean that the sun reflected from it's smooth surface.
Taking a knee, Matt began to read the plaque:
Here sleep the Cole Family, angels taken from this world by a handful of demons:
John Cole: 1939-2004 Died aged 65.
Mary Cole: 1941-2004 Died aged 63.
Robert 'Bobby' Cole: 1981-2004 Died aged 23.
Frank Cole: 1979-2007. Died aged 28.
May all of their souls find peace in the domain of the Almighty.
Matt etched a faint smile as he finished reading the small plaque. He found it rather 'Frankyish' for the biggest headstone in the entire graveyard to have the least amount of writing on. However, as quickly as it came, his amusement vanished, instead replaced by sadness.
A lump had now formed at the back of Matt's throat, he didn't think he'd be at all effected by Franky's death. Slowly, Matt held the bouquet of lilies he had bought in front of him. First checking around to see if anyone was listening, Matt began to speak to the headstone.
"Ermm... I'm not too sure what to say. I've, I've got the flowers you wanted me to bring. Lilies, these were my mum's favorites, thought you might like 'em. I know you're probably gettin' one hell of a kick from listening to me do this Franky, but believe me it's hard," Matt let out a forced chuckle before a lone tear dropped from behind his aviator sunglasses. "Seriously mate, I'm lost without ya here to help me along. If you could see me now, god damn it you'd go mental. I'm a real mess. If you were here you'd try and say something funny 'roundabout now, 'cos that's the kinda guy you are. I miss you buddy, more than you could ever imagine I would. Crashing on that island's ruined my life, but it gave me a chance to know the real you. Not the snake who I got on that plane to kill... I'll find whoever did this to you mate. When I get them... When I get them they'll not know what happened to 'em. This, I promise you"
Matt shoved his index under his glasses to quickly wipe away the residue from the one tear that scaled his face, seconds before placing the lilies at the grand headstone.
"I only carry it because I have someone to protect."
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Re: Among Friends (Matt) « Reply #2 on May 25, 2009, 5:05am »
Sayid gave Matt a respectful period of time at Franky's grave, allowing the man to say what he wished to say in private before he placed his bouquet of lilies at the base of the grand looking grave. Such a grave marker was unlikely to be seen in a grave of his own religion's departed; even the simplest headstones being generally discouraged.
Waiting a few moments longer as he allowed Matt to clear his head a bit more from the final act of leaving flowers, Sayid unobtrusively approached the grave marker and its visitor.
"Matt?" Sayid asked in a solemn tone, "I'm sorry to have heard about Franky. I know you two became close over the months on the island."
It was ironic, really; that the pair had ended up getting along so well, considering Matt had attempted to strangle the man to death on the first day. Fate had quite a twisted sense of humour at times.
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Re: Among Friends (Matt) « Reply #3 on May 27, 2009, 8:44am »
"Matt?"
A soft, yet distinct Arabic voice muttered. His vision still fixated on the gravestone, Matt ignored whoever was behind him. Never before had Matt reached such a cataclysmic low in his life, never before did he care so little about what happened next. Matt didn't know whether the Arab was here to help him or hurt him, really he didn't care anymore.
[i]"I'm sorry to have heard about Franky. I know you two became close over the months on the island. How are you doing?"[i]
The heavily accented male spoke again, this time his voice more familiar. After a few seconds of attempting to decrypt the soft, yet exceedingly cold voice, Matt recognized it as Sayid's. Still facing the gravestone, Matt wiped another tear from under his sunglasses.
"She killed him Sayid... his own sister killed him. What did this sick bitch have to gain from killing her own flesh and blood? A better life? Or a nice ol' pat on the back from Widmore? Whatever the reason, she's a mad dog. And you mark my words, I'll kill her, just like a bloody mad dog." Matt muttered quietly, his hands now clenched in fists on his knees. He was still unsure as to why Sayid was behind him, but Matt knew he was here for a reason. Matt had an amazing ability to read someone, and he knew that Sayid Jarrah didn't track something down unintentionally.
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